The rest of the story

Okay, so here’s the lowdown. Tweed came home and I have since had the chance to interact with him again. I’ve been flirty and friendly, but it feels a bit forced. While I still enjoy his company on a purely friendly basis, I don’t think there’s any romantic attraction on my part. I sort of thought there was at first, but the more I’ve gotten to know him, the less I would want to kiss him, which I think is a bad sign. Plus, he moved to Manchester.

Now, Swish. I’m a little put out at the moment. He might be permanently off the list. I was a little worried about how our first interaction post-“date” would be, but it actually went really well. The first Sunday back was fantastic. He sat next to me again all day and we flirted like old times. I had been out to dinner with a friend the previous night and he overheard another friend asking about it. He was properly jealous of the fact and brought it up multiple times. I assured him that he had nothing to be jealous about, but it was good to make him realize there are other people who want a piece of this. Since then I have seen him for a grand total of maybe 15 minutes. He has made no effort to speak to me at Church and barely says hi in passing. I think it’s time to call it quits on him. What he coulda had! (I'm going to make shirts with this emblazoned on the front and wear them around all the guys who have missed out on the best thing that would have ever happened to them.)

Next up is the Slacker. We’ve had class together once a week this term and the more time I spend with him, the more I like him. He’s very cute. Anyway, after our first class, we were on our way to get some lunch when he mentioned that he had split up with “the Mrs.” over Christmas. I have to admit I was pleased to hear that. So off we went to the pub that is located on campus for a lovely meal, unfortunately accompanied by our other classmate, who I don’t particularly care for. If only he could somehow notice that I don’t want him around. Grrrr. Since then, lunch on Wednesdays has become our norm. We sit in the pub and chat and it’s fantastic and then he often walks me home. He’s really quite interesting and we’ve had a couple of really good discussions on subjects as varied as music, politics, sports, and religion. I have also been sneaky enough to get his email address and phone number. I know, I have mad skillz. The problem is that now that he and “the Mrs.” have split up, he has nowhere to live and is moving home to Nottingham. He will only be returning to Reading a couple of times for scheduled appointments and such. (Shakes fist at the sky.) I’m contemplating something drastic, like actually telling him that I think he’s cute and I want to make out with him. Knowing me, though, I will chicken out and let him fade into the sunset. Then again, what have I got to lose? Carpe diem, right?